Sorry I’m late posting today. I’m still exhausted. I’m gearing up to produce all the custom copies of Nails for a Billionaire and then uploading it on vendor sites. So I might be late posting for awhile.
In the scene that you missed, Conor asked Charisse to move in with him and her phone has been ringing on and off while they made love. You can read the missing scene here!
Charisse didn’t know what had happened to her when Conor asked her to move in with him. It was as if all her love for him had drowned out her ability to speak. She’d never experienced love so intense. She imagined it was because he’d asked her to move in before he even knew about the baby. She hadn’t really thought he’d do anything out of a sense of duty, but the desire to live together had meant more to her than she would’ve ever guessed.
He rolled off of her and onto his side. The couch wasn’t very wide. She feared he’d fall off, but she could only shift a little to make more room. He placed his hand on her belly and leaned in to kiss her gently.
She covered his hand with hers with a jolt of realization that she should’ve gone to check her phone. He was going to start asking questions she didn’t want to answer. She’d been too wrapped up in the moment.
He pulled back and said, “So how much time do you want to spend out here? Every weekend? Once a month? Do you want to redecorate a wing of the mansion?”
She giggled, relieved it was a question she could answer, though she had an idea in the back of her mind that might change her answer when he returned. She’d keep that to herself for now. “We can come out here whenever you like, though I do like to have happy hour with my lady luvs on Saturday night sometimes. And I’d rather redecorate a room or two in this house instead of the mansion. How long has it been your hideaway?”
Sadness flicked through his eyes, but he answered. “It was an old caretaker’s house that I didn’t do anything with when I first bought the mansion. But when Elise died, I spent a few months fixing it up myself. I didn’t want to move because I love the grounds here, but it was nice to have a place to get away from some of the memories.”
“We should just live here and let the servants take over the mansion.”
Conor grinned back at her. “Fine by me. I love having you here all to myself.”
He kissed her again, and her nervousness eased. Maybe he wouldn’t ask about the doctor visit after all.
But when he released her lips he said, “I’ve been trying to think of an easy way to bring this up, but I’m leaving soon. I’m just going to have to be blunt. What did the doctor really say? You didn’t want to take any medication after the party, but I haven’t seen you take one antibiotic or give me a prescription for Raul to fill. If something is going on I need to know so I can help you.”
She tightened her grip on his hand. She didn’t want him worrying about her while he was gone. “I’m fine. Everything’s okay.”
Pain darted through his blue eyes. She didn’t want to hurt him either.
“Please don’t lie to me, Charisse. I can handle anything but that.”
She’d have to just tell him. He was going to be worried about her one way or the other. She opened her mouth to speak when the ring of his phone ripped through the house.
“Jesus Christ, why are people calling us on a Sunday morning?” He rolled off the couch and stomped through the living room to the kitchen.
She knew his anger was because of her and not the calls at all, but she was relieved to have a moment to collect her thoughts and figure out how to tell him.
She decided to go upstairs to change. It was a conversation for normal clothes and not lacy negligees. She heard him say hello as she reached the stairs. To her surprise he said, “Marie? Yeah, she’s right here.”
With a curious expression in his eyes, he held the phone out to Charisse. She took it and said, “Marie?”